Though Tony might regret it later, he's ecstatic that Loki pries him out of his iron coffin as quickly as possible. He tries to focus on his breathing, but he's pretty sure he's still on a crash course with death and the thought scares him beyond measure. Shaking hands grasp and then cling to Loki's arms as wild brown eyes scour his face for any sign of illusion.

Surely not. His mind is a lot of things, but his creativity is not exactly artistic enough for this. If this truly had been his mind, Loki would be an Android and the sky would be filled with those mechanical whales.

Sitting up, and feeling the rushing surge of life and their bond, Tony presses his face to Loki's shoulder and steadies himself. The cool grasp of his bonded pulls him back from himself and the terror and the madness subside. "After me, then. Reactor signature...."